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[OTA] Homesick, maybe?

May 30, 2009 19:10

Lorenzo sat on the shore of the beach, just far enough way so the water couldn't touch his feet. The sun was starting to set, and there were people walking along the beach, but he had barely noticed him. His sword was lying on the sand beside him as he picked up another stone and half-heartedly tossed it into the water ( Read more... )

[post] open, [character] tim riggins, [place] the beach

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texas33forever May 30 2009, 12:49:05 UTC

Tim dropped down onto the sand beside Lorenzo and offered him a bottle of beer. "Ya' look like ya' just found out that tits bite, dude. It ain't all bad. Jus' gotta get drunk," he told him with a shrug. "Ya' alright?"

far2beautiful May 30 2009, 12:55:44 UTC

Lorenzo looked at him, horrified. "They bite?!" 'Tits' was something he managed to pick up early on by Sam, but this place was looking less and less appealing by the minute. His eyes dropped to the bottle and he wasn't going to take it, but he did and then just proceeded to blink at the bottle, having no clue how to get it open. He set it down in the sand and picked up his sword, ready to knock the top off it.

texas33forever May 30 2009, 12:59:55 UTC

"Whoa, whoa! Dude!" Tim cut in, grabbing the sword before Lorenzo smashed the bottle to bits and ruined a lot of perfectly good beer. He put the sword back down on the sand and took the bottle, cracking it open and handing it back as he flicked the lid somewhere behind him. He had brought two six packs, but he was happy to share. Dude looked like he could use it more than Tim did. "They don't bite. It was just a meteor... or whatever the fuck they call it. So, ya' alright or not? Need a doctor?"

far2beautiful May 30 2009, 13:03:55 UTC

Lorenzo used both hands to tip the bottle up and take a long drink from it. He coughed as it burned going down and then burped, not used to the fizzy texture of it. It was nice, though. He swallowed down another mouthful as he shook his head. "No, I do not want one of those," he said through another hiccup. "I do not like that place. I do not like anything here anymore. Everyone goes away."

texas33forever May 30 2009, 13:09:45 UTC

Tim watched as Lorenzo sucked the beer down with reckless ease. He shrugged. Wasn't like the dude was his responsibility. He would make sure he got back to his room without breaking any bones, though. A good drink always made everything better. He cracked his own beer open and took a thoughtful sip. "Ah. Someone go home, L? Gotta just deal with it in this place. Ain't worth cryin' over or nothin'. Ya' a popular dude. You'll find someone else t'hang out with. Or is this a sex thing? Ever played football, dude?"

far2beautiful May 30 2009, 13:16:10 UTC

By the time Tim had finished talking, Lorenzo had already finished the beer and was holding it above his mouth to try and get the last drops out. He licked his lips and shook his head. "Haley was having sex with Sam, not me. She told me she would slice my penis off with my sword if we did. She was not a virgin," he added pointedly. "But she is gone. Gone, and will not come back. Sam too."

He looked at his feet, a frown of confusion crossing his forehead. "My foot is not a ball, Tim. I do not know how to play that."

texas33forever May 30 2009, 13:21:03 UTC

Tim took the next bottle from the six pack, opening it and handing it to Lorenzo. He hoped the guy wasn't a lightweight. "Ya' only sleep with virgins? Dude, I hate t'break it t'ya', but ya' gonna run outta chicks if ya' restrict ya'self like that. Ain't as many virgins gettin' 'round these days as there probably was in your time. Was a thing t'be proud of then, yeah? Ain't like that here. Thing t'be proud of in losin' it."

It was Tim's turn to blink, until he realised what he had said. "No, dude. Ya' don't need a ball for a foot. It's like ya' volleyball team. That big ball they chuck over the net? The ones ya' collect? Football's kinda like that, only a different shaped ball and ya' get points in a different way."

far2beautiful May 30 2009, 13:33:19 UTC

Lorenzo just snorted as he took the bottle and put it to his lips. "I do not want to have sex. I just want to sit here. I want to ride a horse and spar with someone with sword skills and I want to be home in Tuscany where I do not have to wear 'loons with teeth or use penis blankets." He looked out over the water, the frown set in his features. "I do not want to be here anymore. I want to go home."

texas33forever May 30 2009, 13:40:05 UTC

Tim felt for the guy and all he could think to do to help was nudge the rest of th six pack in Lorenzo's direction. "I could take ya' to the Italian restaurant on Beach Street for a pizza?" he offered. "Spag bol? That's Italian. Maybe ya' could teach me the sword thing? Can't say I'll be good, dude, but I can try. I'm with ya' on the penis blankets, but I ain't sure what a loon is beyond a crazy person, so ya' might be needin' t'explain that one t'me."

far2beautiful May 30 2009, 14:00:48 UTC

"That is not Italian," Lorenzo scoffed, still nursing the beer. And it wasn't, not to him. Not his old notion of Italy. He flopped back onto the sand and took another gulp of the beer. "I only have one sword. 'loons." He tugged on the leg of his pants which were jeans and he still hated, but Elektra insisted on taking his other pants from home every other day to wash them. Lorenzo still hadn't come to the notion of beachwear, either. It was probably a miracle they even got him in jeans back then.

texas33forever May 30 2009, 14:09:11 UTC

Tim nodded. Guy had a point. He didn't think pizza ovens were a regular fixture hundreds of years ago. It would probably be like someone trying to tell Tim that real football paled in comparison to Playstation football. "Oh, ya' mean pants? I got ya' now. Teeth is the zippers. Can see how that would scar a dude first time ya' tried 'em. What do ya' usualy have? Laces and shit? Better access with zips, man. Just don't try an' get 'em open too quick or ya'll pay for it. 'Specially drunk. Ain't nothin' bleeds like a ball sack."

far2beautiful May 30 2009, 15:08:24 UTC

"Just laces," Lorenzo clarified. He chucked his second empty beer bottle off to the side and reached for another, not bothering to sit back up. He had watched Tim the first two times, and wrestled with the cap himself the third. It took a few moments and a growl of frustration, but he eventually twisted it off with a hiss, some of the beer bubbling over his hand from the amount of jolting he had done to it trying to get it off. He caught the froth with his lips and swallowed down another generous amount.

He rested the bottle on his chest and looked up at the clear, darkening sky. "Better access," he snorted. "How can you say that and then talk about bleeding balls at the same time? That makes no sense." He pointed half-heartedly in Tim's direction. "Admit it. You are intrigued by the laces. You have also never really experienced the pleasures of the flesh until you have indulged with a maiden on horseback."

texas33forever May 30 2009, 15:15:52 UTC

"Dude, ya' fucked a chick on a horse?!" Tim said and then broke into an impressed grin, smacking Lorenzo on the arm. "Ya' my hero. There I was thinkin' I could could give ya' some tips, but ya' got it down, man. Ya' ain't needin' me for nothin', 'cept maybe some help gettin' home. L, ya' suckin' down the booze quicker than me, an' that's sayin' a lot. Sure ya' ain't wantin' t'talk about nothin' but ya' pals goin' home? Got nothin' against a good piss up, but ya' gonna suffer in the mornin', dude."

far2beautiful May 31 2009, 01:39:12 UTC

Lorenzo waved his hand. "I do not care. You can not help me home. We are stuck here, remember? There is no home. No friends. It is stupid and... and..." He just trailed off with another snort and went back to his beer.

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